tough stuff
It was in the middle of the night when I sensed a presence standing near the head of my bed. I awoke to Jack, our nine year old, sobbing. His wrist had taken the brunt of his fall off a skateboard. Now it throbbed in pain. I pushed back the covers and let him slide in next to me.
As soon as Sierra Doctor’s opened the next morning we drove to Auburn.
When we got to the office we filled out the paper work and soon we were called into the room where casting was done. Jack immediately decided on green, because a black sharpie pen would show up. He has signed a lot of casts, so he knew the importance of planning ahead.
The x ray tech came in and took picture, then the doctor came in to give us the news. It was a bad fall, but the bones were fine. He recommended a wrist splint and told us that they could be purchased at the local Long’s.
When we got in the car to come home I thought about how thankful I was our little boy was fine.
Jack loves playing outside. It is a part of who he is. The only way to avoid mishaps is to wrap our kids up in bubble wrap, put a helmet on them and prop them in a corner out of harmful U.V rays.
Sometimes the worst wounds are not the ones that leave physical scars, but the ones that are felt.
Life comes with a few bruises and even some tough breaks, isn’t it great to know that when we are sobbing in the middle of the night someone hears us as well.
